August 15, 2005

I'm Back.

Hiya. I'm back, as I'm sure you've guessed by the fact that you're reading this post. We got back yesterday and now it's back to normal life. No rest for the weary as they say. Anyway, the wedding was very nice, although the ceremony itself took place outside on what had to be the most humid and hottest day in DC all year long. The only thing I can say about that is thank God it only lasted about 30 minutes and thank God the reception was inside. Everyone in the wedding party was sweating during the ceremony, as I'm sure all the guests were. I was sweating for sure. Then I had to feel sorry for my brother and new sister-in-law because they had to stay outside while the photographer took their pictures. It was so hot and humid, people were getting angry when they had to go outside for their pictures. I know because I got angry when I had to go outside for pictures. I don't know how they did it. And then one of my uncles (by marriage, I'm not claiming him by blood, that's for sure) did nothing but complain and make rude comments while the photographer got everyone situated for the family shot. Finally, I was like, "Shut up and smile." Everyone was miserable, but acting like it's the photographer's fault that it was hotter than Hades is just stupid. The man's getting paid to do a job, he wants to do it right.

You know, weddings and family get togethers in general just have a way of bringing out the worst in people. It's not possible to get that many people together and not have sparks fly. My most difficult moment came when every God-damned person in my mom's family came over to get ready at my mom's house before the wedding. First of all, they all had hotel rooms. I don't know why they thought coming over to my mother's house to shower and dress and do hair and make-up was a good idea. They've got a big house, but not big enough for 25 people to get ready at the same time. That pissed me off royally. I claimed the powder room as soon as I saw the people streaming in and locked the door so no one could come in, and I stayed locked in until I was finished. Then one of my aunts complained that I took too long and why did I stay in there and I was like, "Look, if I didn't do what I did, there is no way I would have gotten ready in time. I'm not feeling your pain right now." But seriously, explain the sense in all those people coming over. You can't because there is none. I wished I was the one who had a hotel room because I would have high-tailed it out of there faster than Speedy Gonzales to get ready. Then my sister rented a strech limo to take the immediate family to the wedding (which was extremely nice of her), but then other relatives tried to cram in with us and my parents aren't going to be rude and tell them to get the hell out, so we're all squished in like sardines and because of all the people in there, it never cooled down (it was an hour drive to the wedding site), so instead of being a relaxing drive, it was hot and uncomfortable, plus the kids all wanted to drink the soda in the limo, which we didn't want them to do becuase they'd definitely spill it all over their clothes and then they were all crying and complaining about that and it was pretty much hell on the drive over. If I had a stick with me, I would have beat the snot out of all of them, and I'm talking about mine too. They were all pissy.

But the wedding went off well in the end. My brother cried a little when he said his vows, which was sweet. Of course everyone cried, expect me because I'm a cold bitch, but it was still touching. And I'm happy to have a new sister. I'll post a couple of pictures once I get them developed. If I had a digital camera, I could show you right now, but I don't, so I can't.

I got busted while on vacation. My husband found my stash of Trimspa tablets. I've been taking them for about a month and half, but I've hidden them because my husband threated to flush any diet pills I bring home. Anyway, I keep them in my gym bag and he found them when he was packing up the car to leave DC. He got all irrate about it and I yelled at him for invading my privacy. Then my dad got on my case and said my husband should beat me for buying diet pills. I only take one a day to kind of suppress the appetite a bit. It's not like I'm even taking close to the recommended dosage. They recommend a minimum of three pills a day. I would have told you all about the Trimspa much sooner, but my husband reads my blog, so I didn't want him to know. But now the cat's out of the bag, so I'm on the Trimspa and while I can say it does help with controllling appetite, I can't say I'm noticing any major weight loss. Of course, I'm not taking as many as they say you should, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised about that.

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